Sherlock - John, Sherlock
When John got home there was a ‘Do Not Enter’ sign on the living room door. He stopped, he did not want to walk into another of Sherlock’s experiments with body parts he should definitely not have in his possession.
John knocked and the door swung open, “What are you up to?”
Sherlock’s voice was muffled, “I’m dying and it’s contagious.”
Good Lord, “Excuse me? Who gave you this diagnosis?”
“You weren’t answering so I googled my symptoms.”
John rubbed his hand wearily down his face; how could a very intelligent man have such gaping holes in his common sense?